Subsequently, the exit was closed.

The view outside the post office is cut off.

now.

Zhang Xianguang appeared again in the lobby on the first floor of the apartment, and he saw Sun Rui standing at the door.

Sun Rui also noticed it and turned around to look at him.

"You...you are Zhang Xianguang, and you actually walked out of the oil painting. How is this possible?" Sun Rui was shocked.

"Nothing is impossible, because I am not a person in the oil painting. If Yang Jian can come in and out freely, so can I." Zhang Xianguang said casually.

Sun Rui immediately thought of something after hearing this: "Are you the real Zhang Xianguang, the third manager of the post office?"

"Correct answer. It seems that you are not stupid, but just a little weak." Zhang Xianguang nodded.

But the next moment.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the apartment door was knocked open by a strong force.

A man in his early thirties strode in: "The plan can begin, everything is ready."

"Nie Yingping, you did a good job, everything went smoothly." Zhang Xianguang's face was expressionless, as if he expected it.

At this moment, the man named Nie Yingping placed the huge oil painting in his hand heavily on the ground.

The oil painting was covered with black cloth and the appearance could not be clearly seen, but a feeling told Sun Rui that this was a ghost painting, but it was probably not the real original ghost painting, but a derivative.

"Let's go." Zhang Xianguang said.

He wants to use this oil painting to leave here. Only in this way can he not escape from the ghost post office, but also leave here.

Nie Yingping stared at Sun Rui and said, "What should he do? He is also the manager of the post office."

"Ignore it, he can't interfere with what we want to do, and now he knows it's too late. Even if he wants to stop it, he can't do anything, because I am also the manager of the post office, and no matter what he does, I can change it back.

"Zhang Xianguang ignored Sun Rui. Either he doesn't step out, or he will succeed once he steps out.

So Sun Rui's existence is not important to him.

Anyway, he was the one who finally controlled the ghost painting and controlled everything, not Sun Rui.

Sun Rui's face was particularly ugly. He held the cane tightly, veins popped out, and he wanted to fight the opponent desperately, but he knew that he was no opponent, and even his identity as a post office manager did not give him any advantage.

Nie Yingping nodded, untied the black cloth, and revealed the ghost painting.

Zhang Xianguang walked into the world of ghost paintings without hesitation and disappeared into the ghost post office.

"What a waste. Are you worthy of being the fourth manager?"

Nie Yingping glanced at Sun Rui, then turned and left with the ghost painting.

"hateful."

Sun Rui felt powerless at this moment. He understood that he was not the manager he had fought for, but was promoted to him by Yang Jian.

"However, you will regret your ignorance today. The reason why I don't take action against you is because I know that I can't stop you by myself, but it doesn't mean that I don't have a way."

He gritted his teeth, picked up his cane and struck it hard on the ground.

next moment.

Huge oil paintings appeared on the walls.

Those portraits are of the fifth-floor couriers of the post office throughout the ages.

At this moment, all the messengers on the fifth floor looked at Sun Rui.

With a gloomy face, Sun Rui opened a secret compartment on the wall and took out a huge painting.

This painting is also covered with black cloth.

It is exactly the same as the ghost painting Nie Haiping held in his hand just now.

Because this is also a ghost painting, although it is only a derivative.

This ghost painting was sent to me personally by Yang Jian.

At that time, Sun Rui already knew that Zhang Xianguang had problems and was investigating him, so at that time he secretly hid the painting so that no one except Yang Jian knew about it.

Although Zhang Xianguang is the manager of the post office, he usually hides it well and does not know about this matter.

This is considered dark under the lamp.

"I also have a ghost painting. Are you willing to enter it and stop Zhang Xianguang?" Sun Rui stared at everyone's oil paintings and asked.

"There is another ghost painting? Then don't waste time, let us go in, we will help you stop that Zhang Xianguang." Yang Xiao said.

"He is a manager and cannot be killed. Half-dead souls like us are unlikely to be his opponents, but I also want to give it a try and see if I can make changes."

"This guy wants to drag everyone into the world of ghost paintings. He wants to kill everyone. Although I really want to see my family, I don't want to meet them in the world of ghost paintings. That would be too cruel."

The dead souls in all the oil paintings were all excited and unanimous in their opinions. They wanted to stop Zhang Xianguang and were unwilling to see his plan succeed.

After all, it's hard for people to accept such a crazy plan.

"Whether you are sincere or you are lying to me, but now I have no choice but to believe you. The fate of people like us is already very miserable. If you don't want everyone to be like us, living in a world of ghost paintings Please help me." Sun Rui took a deep breath and said.

After he made his sincere plea, without any hesitation, he opened the black cloth covering the ghost lake.

He covered one of the oil paintings with ghost paintings.

Oil paintings and ghost paintings touch each other.

A channel connecting each other is opened.
Chapter completed!